Post by bigfan on Jun 10, 2017 0:57:24 GMT
Their rise to the top of the tag scene derailed by a devastating pounding from The Three while the triumvirate were champs, before the Kanes knocked the ultimate threesome off the mountaintop, the two leggiest partners ever to roam a FAWN ring seem more than ready for Act II as they prowl just backstage, waiting impatiently for their cue.
As the music of the phenoms hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot, the partners turn to the other and glide their hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin blossoms on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”… MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their opponents.
And they don’t have to wait long. Five spotlights begin to move around the arena, converging together on a point at the top of the ramp just as Kanye West’s ‘All Of The Lights’ starts blaring. Into that glowing puddle walks a curvy brunette with grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra containing the impressive swell of her chest and a matching pair of briefs exposing a good inch of bronzed derriere. For tonights matchup Zoe has her familiar cream leather jacket and 50s-style white shades with Givenchy branding, while her feet are garbed in pale grey hi-tops with discrete ‘Yeezy Boost 750’ tags.
ZOE SCOTT
As Kanye kicks into gear Scott raises both hands and ‘pops’ them open, in perfect timing with every light in the building going into strobe. Then she’s off, striding down the ramp with that spotlight following her, the only consistent illumination in a sea of flashing darkness. As she reaches the ring and shimmies up the steps those lights stabilise a little, ready for her to pose slinkily along the ropes and ‘pop’ another set of flashbulbs before she finally removes her shades.
“And their opponents, weighing a combined 260 pounds…from Dubai, United Arab Emirates, and Houston Texas…ZOE SCOTT AND HER ASSISTANT!”
The announcement would have been confusing if the lights hadn’t just revealed the other half of this duo, Isobel Lamont having followed her employer down the ramp without ever entering her spotlight. Bel’s black one-piece is trying and spectacularly failing to contain those awesome curves, while her golden hair swings below her shoulders in a long loose mane. Scuffed white boots and pads complete her look.
ISOBEL LAMONT
Against Lamont’s functional-looking outfit the nude leather Givenchy tote she’s carrying seems incongruous. In fact it quickly becomes clear that it actually belongs to her employer, Scott impatiently waving her shades until the assistant comes over to tuck them safely in the handbag. Zoe also removes a cellphone from her jacket and takes a quick selfie, handing the coat to her assistant who folds it and places it in their corner, the bag balanced on top.
Like her opponents tonight Zoe had just received her first real setback, also to much more experienced opponents. However, while Leggs had been going up against the most dominant team ever seenin FAWN, Scott had come a cropper against a woman whom she outweighed and felt she should outclass. But the loss to Ingrid Halstrom didn’t seem to have damaged the Oil Baroness’ rock-solid confidence, as evidenced when she threw a sneer at the opposing corner.
“It’s sweet that you two still wear those off-the-rack CK rags,” Zoe called mockingly, “but you should know it’s not 2003 anymore. Calvin Klein is all about bespoke these days, he designed these for me personally!” Scott gave a little twirl to show off the togs hugging her curvaceous figure, earning a fair few wolf whistles alongside the usual boos from the rowdy crowd.
Team Leggs had been quietly discussing which of them would start things off, but both glanced up at the taunt. “Got some news for you, rich girl,” Stipanovic retorted, “It’s not about the clothes, it’s about the woman who wears them.”
“And when that woman is a tiny little troll with fake tits it really doesn’t matter who designed her bra!” McGinty finished off for her partner.
Scott looked furious. “My boobs aren’t fake you ugly twiglet, but they must look unreal to two girls packing bee stings. You’ll learn what a real woman feels like when they put you to sleep.” Zoe gave her gurls a little bit of a squeeze to emphasize the size difference, decided she liked that enough to take a quick selfie, then lifted her hand and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil in the direction of the two leggy losers. The lovely pair took a second to pat each other’s stunning stems in response, earning yet another round of wolf whistles, then finished their whispered conference.
Finally FAWN’s leggiest duo shared a nod and Stems stepped away, the lovely brunette threading those long, luscious legs through the ropes one at a time. McGinty remained in the ring, stretching her equally lovely pins out on the turnbuckle. Over in the other corner Zoe took one last selfie on her phone then tossed it blindly to her assistant and waved the big blonde away to her proper place on the apron.
Scott claimed the centre of the squared circle even before the bell had rung to start the match. “Get over here and take your beating!” she shouted, “You losers might pretend you’re ‘incorporated’ but this real businesswomen has places to be.”
Both members of Leggs gave a little chortle at this, and Mariel advanced out to meet her looking extremely confident. “Quiet down shorty” the blonde snorted, getting a look of fury from Zoe. “All you do is take selfies and spend daddy’s money, there’s no need for me to rush kicking your ass.”
She bent forwards to run her hands up those flawless legs one more time, and Zoe immediately charged forwards hoping to take advantage of the distraction. Unfortunately for her Mariel was several steps ahead, turning sharply like a matador so that the Dubai Diva’s kneelift attempt whiffed harmlessly past her. To add insult to injury McGinty reached out one long arm and delivered a tidy little SLAP to the back of Scott’s head as she flew past.
A low growl escaped Zoe’s lips and she turned back around with murder in her eyes. She also turned straight into Mariel’s boot, the PA native using all of that reach advantage to deliver a gorgeous Yakuza Kick. Scott’s head flew back in a mess of dark brown locks and she thumped down onto the matt butt first.
Immediately the taller blonde was off, her sprinting stems eating up the distance to the ropes and returning at top speed. Honing in on the dazed Oil Baroness sitting before her, Mariel leaped off one foot and turned in the air, one lovely leg outstretched to deliver a running leg lariat. This didn’t work out quite as planned though, Zoe seeing her coming at the last second and falling to her back at the to avoid that gammy guillotine.
Instead of taking Zoe’s head off Mariel landed up on her butt a few feet further on than she’d planned, and the impact kept her seated for a second. Zoe used that moment of reprieve to scramble to her knees and crawl hurriedly off, grabbing at Merle’s trousers and using him as a ladder to climb to her feet. She ducked behind the poor referee as Legs got back to her feet, shrieking “get the sick insect away from me!”
Again the two leggy lovelies shared a laugh, as did the audience, but things quietened down when Zoe rushed back over to her corner and hurriedly tagged in her partner. She practically dived out of the ring, and Isobel Lamont stepped slowly through the ropes for what was technically only her second FAWN appearance. Despite being new to a FAWN ring the big blonde and her streetfighting pedigree had been the subject of a lot of whispers in the locker room and on the message boards, and taking out two girls single handed in her debut outing had only added to that aura. This might have been why Merle took a few unconscious steps backwards as Bel moved out of her corner.
Leggs Inc had decided beforehand that the big blonde would be Stems responsibility tonight, at least initially, so Mariel tagged the taller brunette in and kept a wary eye out as her partner folded lusciously through the ropes. She strode forward to deliver a big forearm into Isobel’s bounteous bosom, but this wasn’t enough to stagger Zoe’s fixer, Bel fixing her with a smile and drawling “Care to take another turn?” Not in the least bit phased, Stipanovic stepped backwards to get a bit of momentum and charged into a much more impactful running forearm smash. This attempt forced Lamont into a few backwards steps, but she was still solidly on her feet.
Stems had already turned and sprinted off, this time all the way to the ropes. She rebounded turned back with as much speed as she could muster ready to finally take Lamont off her fee, only to find that the Texan wasn’t where she expected. As soon as Stipanovic had turned her back Isobel chased after her and hit a huuuuge Running Lariat as soon as she turned. Taken unawares, ‘Stems’ was sent flying and would have gone down if it wasn’t for the ropes at her back.
RUNNING LARIAT
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The crowd gave a slightly awed ‘oooo’ at the big hit, but Lamont didn’t let it distract her. She wrapped both hands around the hurting Cali girl’s waist and lifted the leggy lovely up off her feet, turning as she did so. Valerie had no time to plan any sort of escape before Isobel dropped to one knee, leaving the other one posted between those long legs for an Inverted Atomic Drop.
A heavy, pained breath escaped Stipanovic’s lips and she stayed on her perch even when Isobel had broken her waistlock, hands dropping to massage her throbbing center. Pretty quickly a big, clubbing forehand from the blonde thumped into her cheekbone and sent those gorgeous gams slumping to the canvas. Lamont raised one boot ready to deliver a stomp, and then heard her name being shouted form across the ring.
Zoe had apparently decided that she wanted back into the match, and let Lamont know this by clicking her fingers impatiently. Bel bent down to hook a front facelock onto the hurting Stipanovic and used it to pull her back to standing and drag her over to her corner. She lightly slapped her boss’s hand and held there while Zoe completed a fancy front flip over the ropes and dropped butt first onto Valerie’s back.
Stems was driven to the matt courtesy of the assisted Flipping Senton, hitting headfirst with 119lbs of Dubai Diva on her back. Zoe popped to her feet at once and shouted "How's that feel Walmart!", quickly flicking a couple of kicks into Stipanovic’s midsection to roll the slightly dazed lovely onto her back. Once she was satisfied with her positioning Scott jumped to the middle rope and launched herself around into an admittedly very pretty Springboard Senton
SPRINGBOARD SENTON
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The medicine ball of Zoe’s tanned glutes landed square in Valerie’s stomach, driving the air out of her body in one big gasp. Scott spread her legs out and reached forwards to grab the other brunette’s much longer stems around the ankle. Once she’d corralled those perfect pins the Dubai Diva pushed herself back and folded Stipanovic up into a matchbook pin for…
ONE…
TWO..
Val thrusts her pelvis and sends her absurdly long legs unfolding from underneath Zoe, sending Scott up to vertical at the feet of ‘Stems’. It doesn’t take more than an instant for the .1-percenter to continue to develop the coattails Isobel had created. Snatching both ankles of the groaning brunette, Zoe lifts and separates, drawing some wide eyes from Valerie. She extends her palms ‘washing windows’ plaintively.
“Hmmm,” Zoe considers. She sends a punt into one hammy then the other. “WWPD”
Lifting off, Scott extends her legs while leaping slightly forward to reach and crashes both boot soles into Val’s crotch. Stipanovic’s body tenses as she rises to a seated position, her face etched in pain. She shoves Zoe’s legs out from insider her own but the damage is done.
Valerie presses her palms into the canvas and starts butt-scooting her way toward the Leggs corner but the dastardly native of Dubai isn’t about to let Stipanovic slip away that easily. Quickly on her feet, Zoe races toward the still seated Val, who drags her legs along behind as she moves to her partner, and levels a soccer kick into the chest of the lanky brunette, flattening her to the canvas.
Scott skids to a stop not more than a couple feet from Mariel and spreads her arms wide, as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it’. Eyes locked with Zoe’s, McGinty knows it’s a bad idea but can’t help herself from wanting to enter and beat the holy hell out of the privileged brat. She gets both legs through before the official wraps his arms around the blonde, demanding Mariel remove herself.
Delighted with the drama Mariel’s created, a hovering Zoe lifts off from beside Valerie and pulls her abbreviated gams into a tuck, cannonballing into the long, tanned expanse of Valerie’s tummy. Her knees impaling Val, Scott bounces back to her feet after the ‘explosion’ and looks over her shoulder at the jackknifed and gagging Valerie, one of the brunette’s arms wrapped tight around her abused midriff.
Zoe nods knowingly as she looks out on the jeering FAWNatics, confident in the sound of coughing, raspy breaths behind her.
“Don’t be jealous,” she shouts before making a big deal on a ponder. “On second thought, do. It’s only natural.”
Turning back to the splayed Valerie, Zoe decides to continue to ravage the long lean midsection of Stipanovic and skies over the incorporated brunette, planning to splash tummy to tummy and take whatever air remained from the lithe, lanky Val. Unfortunately for Scott and fortunately for every member of the crowd, Valerie is able to fold her infamous limbs and leave her bony joints as the landing pad for Zoe’s gut.
Scott skewers herself with the touchdown. She rolls off, ending on her back, crumpling into a ball and rocking from side to side. Meanwhile, Valerie reaches all fours and decides against personal revenge, opting instead to crawl to the outstretched hand of her partner. She tickles fingers with Mariel and the leggy blonde folds her way through the ropes.
With a bit of recovery time, Zoe’s up to a knee and she’s ready with a right fist when McGinty closes the distance between them. But Mariel snatches her foe’s effort around the wrist before it can hit home and she drags Zoe to her feet. Instantly, the blonde Irish whips Scott to the far cables and the dubious, dark-haired grappler from Dubai rebounds toward a charging McGinty.
Unsurprisingly, Mariel lifts a big boot at the end of a very long leg, looking to decapitate the returning Scott. But Zoe has other ideas, slipping underneath and charging on to the next set of cables. She’s sent into another u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel, ready to flip the script when Mariel sweeps the back of her right leg like a scythe into the throat of the .1-percenter, nearly removing head from body. Zoe’s legs fly out in front of her as the back of her head CRASHES into the deck.
Left in a spreadeagle at the blonde’s feet, Scott is motionless as ‘Legs’ leaps into the air above her, fashioning a set of splits whose lead leg SMASHES down across Zoe’s neck and shoulders.
McGinty leaves the long lower limb draped and the ref drops to the canvas to count out the…
ONE…
TWO…
Zoe pushes out from under the gaudy pin with a second to spare, rolling to her side and shaking out some of the cobwebs from her concussed gray matter.
Perhaps understanding her splits pin was a little too much to expect this early in the match, Mariel rises with a sheepish grin. She takes a glance over to the Inc. corner and Valerie is still seated, working the throbbing out of her undercarriage.
McGinty turns back to a rising and dazed Scott. She sets poised on the balls of her feet to spring into action and, when the rich bitch from Dubai wobbles to vertical, Mariel lopes toward her foe, the long legs eating up the distance in a hurry. Reaching Zoe, Mariel vaults high, her right leg crossing the throat of the wide-eyed brunette. Knocked off her feet, Scott is sandwiched to the deck from Mariel’s Leggs-o-tine.
Leggs-o-tine
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=wtJT2L1wGPM )
Zoe spasms from the breathtaking maneuver before ending limp on her side. McGinty grabs a shoulder and spins her opponent flat to the canvas for a cover and a count of…
ONE…
TWO…
And Zoe rolls a shoulder up. It’s hardly from emphatic, but the oil baroness shows she’s more than money with this survival.
Though Zoe kicks out in time, a worried and tardy Isobel is already on the way to break up the pin and decides to plant boot to temple despite Scott managing the feat on her own. The impact sends Mariel’s head violently twisting away from the collision and she’s left staring groggily at the rafters as she lies on her back.
With a furious ref escorting Lamont back to her corner while providing the requisite warning about interfering, the legal wrestlers in the ring remain gobsmacked in the middle. With Isobel back at her post and Valerie finally in form to reenter, the FAWNatics and Stipanovic rhythmically clap to get Mariel to her feet before the recovering Zoe, hoping Leggs Inc can maintain control.
It doesn’t look like Zoe has much awareness of where she is or what’s going on around her right now, the curvy brunette blinking rapidly and only just beginning to roll onto her front and start to head towards Isobel’s shouting voice from the corner. ‘Legs’ has much further to travel, but she’s in better shape and has a whole arena full of fans to clap her on, which might be why she’s slapping Val’s outstretched palm a good few seconds before Zoe makes it to her assistant.
Stems folds herself into the ring and has made it halfway across before Lamont has even gotten through the ropes. As the big blonde straightens up Stipanovic leaps into an absolutely gorgeous dropkick which smacks square into Isobel’s overflowing chest and sends her sprawling back into the corner. Val is back on her feet in a second and kicks one long leg out, the boot burying into Bel’s midriff and doubling the ‘assistant’ over.
The lightning-fast strike has left Isobel in perfect position for one of Val’s favourite moves. She jumps up and raises one long stem over the blonde’s hanging head, ready to drive her face into the canvas as she drops. But things go awry when Bel uses her ridiculous core strength to just stand up and catch the leggy lovely before she can complete her plan.
“Too slow!” Lamont growls as she lifts up and tosses her squirming package into the void. The assistant is strong enough to send Stipanovic high into the air but she doesn’t reckon with the young brunette’s speed of thought. At the apex of her flight Val reaches out and grasps two handfuls of blonde locks, dragging a startled Isobel along for an impromptu but very effective bulldog.
BULLDOG
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The ‘SMACK of face on matt can be heard well out into the audience, and they respond with applause and a few “HO-LEE-SHIT” chants at the brunette’s beauty’s quick counter. Val’s landing wasn’t exactly fun, but it was much better than Isobel’s and she’s back on her feet in an instant. Remembering Zoe’s actions from earlier, Stems turns to the furious looking Dubai Diva and does that same ‘what are you gonna do about it’ curtsey.
Incensed by the cheek of this beanpole Walmart, Zoe shouts “I’m gonna end you bych!” and threads one leg through the ropes. Unfortunately for her, Merle has already been given the slip one too many times tonight and he’s quickly over to block Scott’s path. While the enraged heiress is trying to find a way past him Val has a little laugh, mockingly wipes a few ‘crybaby’ tears away, and turns back to put some more hurting on the enraged brat’s partner.
The bulldog had definitely dazed Isobel, but in the few seconds while Val’s back was turned she’d made it to all fours and was almost ready to try standing up. This still wasn’t quite fast enough though, Valerie seeing another opportunity to use those beautiful but deadly legs. She hopped up onto the broad expanse of Lamont’s back, leaped off that standing foot and spread both stupendous stems out in a beautiful augmented legdrop.
LEG DROP BULLDOG
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A second face-first impact was too much even for Isobel, the big blonde slopping forwards and clearly seeing stars. Stipanovic hooked a quick half-nelson to roll her onto her back then hooked one tanned leg and pressed Bel’s torso t the matt. Merle was right there and ready to count…
ONE
TWO
Isobel placed one hand on the brunette’s taut tummy, the other on her chest, and simply pushed up as hard as she could, sending the slender lovely a good few feet up in the air and breaking the cover emphatically. Val splashes down on her front, a painful landing to be sure, but there might be worse to come as a revitalised Lamont rolls over and grabs a big handful of brunette locks.
“Not bad girl,” Lamont admits as she climbs to standing and hauls the taller woman along with her, “but you’ll learn damn soon that ain’t enough to be rid’a me.” Val doesn’t reply, focusing instead on releasing Lamont’s iron grip on her mane. She’s made a little headway when Bel brings one other hand up in a swinging SLAP which hits so hard it almost takes Stipanovic clean off her lovely stems.
Even the audience seems taken aback by that brutal strike, the usual bitchy ‘ooohs’ being accompanied by some more sympathetic groans as Val totters off to one side. Bel is honed in on the staggering lovely in a heartbeat, chasing after her and driving a big kneelift into that tight midriff. Stems slender body folds around the impact and in a flash the Texan stunner has hooked her head down between those powerful thighs. Another second sees her hauled up into powerbomb position, Lamont handling her with ease as she turns towards the nearest corner an tosses her wriggling burden forwards into a Turnbuckle Powerbomb.
DIVISION BELL
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The back of Stems’ head slams into the barely padded metal with hideous force, her spine rattled by the jarring ‘bomb. Val doesn’t have much choice but to just hang there, one arm draped over the ropes to prop her up while the other dazedly massages her throbbing noggin. Bel isn’t done though, grasping at Stipanovic’s hurting cranium and lifting her back up into powerbomb stall position again. This time Isobel spins a full rotation and then another half, driving the hurting lovely down to the canvas back-first.
SPINNING POWERBOMB
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Stipanovic gives a yowl as her back arcs up, writhing as if the canvas is electrified after Lamont's powerbomb party. Bel just smiles, but out on the apron Zoe gives a whoop. “Yeah bitchface, how’s that feel?” she cries, then turns to the opposite corner where McGinty is anxiously shouting encouragement to Val. “You’re next, stick insect!” Scott yells, “Bel’s gonna break your back and then I’ll give you an up close view of what real tits look like!”
The leggy Pennsylvanian is clearly worried about her partner, but she can’t stand letting this bitch get away with running her mouth. “Easy for you to say udders!” she yells, “it’s lucky you can afford to pay someone good, cos all you’ve done tonight is get your ass kicked, you no-talent brat!”
Shock spread across Scott’s face. “You did NOT just say that!” She screeched, “I’ve got more talent in my little finger than anyone in this ring! Hell, anyone in this building!” Mariel just sneers. “Then prove it, rich girl! She shouts. “Let the real wrestler take a chill pill and show us you’re more than just a punching bag!”
In the ring Bel had been busy dropping a few stomps into Stems’ back. Zoe was clearly rising to Mariel’s taunt though, shouting “Bel!” and snapping her fingers again. Lamont shrugged and grabbed one of Stipanovic’s stunning stems to haul her over to her boss. Scott slapped her hand but didn’t get into the ring just yet. “Set her up!” she demanded, waving at the hurting Cali girl.
It wasn’t quite clear what this ‘set up’ might be, but Lamont seemed happy to improvise. Straddling the slender brunette she crouched down, laced her finger’s under Valerie’s chin, and sat back. The Camel Clutch put a vicious arc in Stipanovic’s already hurting back and Bel made things even worse by hauling up further, increasing that arc and mashing her impressive cleavage into the back of Stems’ head.
CAMEL CLUTCH
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Zoe stepped up in front of them, used her fingers to ‘frame’ a perfect shot of Val’s red face, and then raised a boot and ‘thwapped’ another brutal Penalty Kick into the side of her head. The brunette’s head snapped sideways from the impact and then lolled. It looked like Scott might have been lining up a second kick but Merle was demanding that Isobel leave the ring and after a four count she complied, dropping Stipanovic face down.
The leggy lovely looked ripe for pinning, but Scott seemed to have other things on her mind. She stomped over towards Mcginty, out on the apron, and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil, giving a quick squeeze of her boobs afterwards to show exactly where she wanted ‘Legs’ to end the night. Then she stormed back, lifted Val up by her hair, and tucked her into a front facelock.
Despite her dazed state Val was a true fighter, and she knew instinctively the direction she had to go to reach her partner. With those long legs underneath her she pushed forwards, Mariel shouting encouragement as she drove Zoe along for the ride. Scott was glancing over her shoulder, but she just smirked at McGinty, seeming to suggest that she had this whole thing under control. Then, when she knew Val was just inches away from salvation, the Dubai Diva dropped to her back and drove Stipanovic’s crown into the canvas.
SNAP DDT
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Valerie slumped into a woozy starfish, one long arm still spread out where she had been reaching for her partner. Zoe kicked her over onto her back and straddled her, grapevining those gorgeous gams and dropping into a full body press so that Stipanovic’s head was pressed to the matt by Scott’s bounteous bosom. The curvy brunette had angled herself towards McGinty so that she could smirk right into her seething face while Merle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Perhaps distracted as she shows off her flattened prize to said prize’s partner, Zoe’s pushed off her mount as Valerie throws a shoulder off the canvas and rolls to her side. Face greasy from the time between Zoe’s cleavage, a dazed Stipanovic sputters back to life and pushes to all fours while a furious Scott rises to her feet next to the dark-haired member of Leggs Inc.
While continuing to stare at Mariel, Zoe mounts her long-legged filly in a forward straddle of Val’s midriff. She lightly scissors Stipanovic’s ribs and clobbers her fellow brunette with a sweeping forearm to the temple that nearly spills Valerie.
Pleading with her partner to reach the Incorporated corner, McGinty lengthens her reach as far as she’s able and Valerie stretches in kind, coming within a foot or so before Zoe slaps on a crossface grip and wrenches at Valerie’s neck, halting Stems advance toward an exchange.
“Believe me,” the native of Dubai purrs to McGinty. “You don’t want to be in here. We’d chop you down, just like this twig.”
Growling in anger, Valerie tries to get her legs beneath her, rising to one knee then pushing past, slowly moving toward vertical. Scott hangs on for dear life, dark eyes wide in disbelief, continuing to twist at Val’s noggin but unable to keep her down.
Reaching her full length with Zoe strapped on like a backpack, Stipanovic turns her back and Zoe’s to the Leggs Inc. corner then retreats in a backpedal as fast as her legs will carry her and Dubai’s curvy little monster. Stems SMASHES Zoe, sandwiching her foe between her back and the buckles. Scott’s scissors fall from around Val and the leggy brunette steps a few feet forward to, in turn, return with a mini-splash of Zoe, adding a flashing elbow that cracks into Scott’s forehead.
With Zoe feeling the effects, Valerie turns and slaps hands with McGinty over Scott’s shoulder. Instead of leaving the squared circle, Val waits for Mariel to enter and they each collect a wrist of their comparatively vertically challenged foe. Moving her down the ropes, the lanky duo fling Zoe for the ride and, as she rebounds, both Valerie and Mariel charge toward her and deliver stereo big boots to Scott’s chin. Zoe drops to the canvas as if shot, her legs flying out in front of her, the back of her head crashing to the deck.
With Merle starting to lose patience in Valerie’s slow departure and Isobel shouting from the sidelines making sure he’s aware, Leggs Inc. peels a wobbly Zoe off the deck for a little more double teaming. From center stage, they whip Scott to the ropes and again she’s u-turned by the ropes. This time both lithe beauties duck low, as low as their lengthy legs will allow, and send Zoe flying with a back body drop HIGH into the Orlando night. Scott CRASHES to the deck on her spine and arches in agony, grasping at the base of her backbone.
The Leggs crew turns to each other and share a high-five then spin to face Zoe only to get a whole lot of Isobel. Having seen enough, the busty blonde powerhouse is racing at both of the Amazons, arms drawn wide. She splits blonde and brunette and BLASTS them to the deck with a pair of clotheslines, both partners levelled and in a momentary daze, heads shaking, neither Valerie or Mariel sure what hit them.
Fearing he’s losing all control, Merle plucks Valerie off hands and knees and escorts her back to the Leggs corner while Isobel ‘helps’ Mariel to her feet and in a seamless dip and lift, places an overturned McGinty on her right shoulder. Watching as Zoe struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes, Lamont surges forward and POWERSLAMS the slender, slinky blonde nearly THROUGH the canvas, the long limbs of Mariel spreading into a starfish when she impacts with the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Knowing well she’s under the count of the ref now, Isobel grabs a still woozy Zoe by an elbow and tosses her toward the splayed Mariel. Scott stumbles over the dazed McGinty, tumbling into a pin for…
ONE…
TWO…
Mariel uses her long lower limbs to rather easily kick her way free and both legal women lie next to each other in recovery mode while Isobel takes her place back in her corner and calls for the rich bitch to tag her in and let the busty blonde earn the mean green Scott provided to her “assistant”, read enforcer.
Both legal grapplers slowly make their way toward vertical, Mariel taking the slightly longer road with more to unwind than the brunette beauty from the Emirates. Zoe ducks under and around McGinty, hoping to make her escape to her assistant but Mariel snatches Zoe by her dark locks from behind and sends her foe rocketing to her back with a healthy tug.
Mariel moves alongside the downed Scott and leaps, legs extended, one dropping toward Scott’s bosom, the other her throat. But the moneyed marauder rolls out from under the lethal limbs, McGinty landing on her tailbone. Yipping in pain, her hands moving to massage her backside, Mariel rises and reaches for a scurrying Zoe but Scott evades the long blonde’s grasp and Scott dives for a tag to the power of her duo.
Isobel slips through and doesn’t hesitate, charging at the poised McGinty. Flopping to the deck to avoid a head-on collision, Mariel takes Lamont to the canvas with a drop toe hold, the blonde landing on her chin with a thud.
To her credit, most specifically her toughness, Isobel pushes up to her knees quickly, but Mariel is at the ready. She leaps to a lengthy-legged handstand next to Zoe’s muscle. She wraps her never-ending gams around the head of the penitent blonde and swivels her hips, sending Isobel’s face CRASHUING into the canvas with a Headscissors Facebuster.
Headscissors Facebuster
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The animated crowd roars at the fierceness of the connection, Lamont slopping over to her back, staring blankly at the rafters. Mariel dives atop her in a crossbody pin, hooking Lamont’s far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
…and Isobel shoves Mariel off emphatically, Legs ending on her haunches, looking down at her fidgeting fellow blonde with more than a hint of concern in the power her foe just displayed.
For her part Isobel is mainly trying to blink away the stars in her vision, rolling to one side and checking her face for any damage. That makes her easy prey when Mariel scrambles over and hooks her into a front facelock. But just like the pin attempt it seems that Lamont is still feeling a little too strong, giving a big two-handed shove to break the uncomfortable clinch and send her lighter opponent stumbling away.
By now it seems pretty clear that neither of the gammy duo can go toe-to-toe with Isobel’s power, but Mariel is confident that some momentum can shift things in her favour. Taking a few steps back as the big blonde rises she charges forward and jumps up, hooking around the surprised woman’s neck. Lamont’s hands are straight up to catch the flying lovely, but Legs just swings through the jump and uses the rotation of those long limbs to drop to her back.
TORNADO DDT
youtu.be/17mvGWsxzkU
Ripped off her moorings and dropped on her head by the athletic manoeuvre, Isobel rolls through the impact and sits up, her instincts telling her to avoid a pin even though most of her brain is feeling fuzzy after that head drop. But this leaves her in perfect position for Stems, scrambling to her feet and rebounding form the ropes to drive a boot into her face courtesy of a gorgeous low dropkick. Lamont slams back down to the matt and looks in prime position for a pin…
…which doesn’t materialise. It seems that Mariel has learned her lesson; this one is going to need a little more finishing off. For that she needs her partner, McGinty slapping Stems into the match but not looking ready to leave the ring any time soon. “Go make that bytch famous and I’ll finish her off!” she shouts, earning a nod and a grin from Val.
Across the ring Zoe is seething. “Hey Earl!” she shouts, “second time you’re letting them do whatever the hell they want, get one of the twiglets out of the ring or I’ll be on the phone to your boss before the bell rings!” Merle had been just about to confront Mariel, but he was getting a little sick of hearing Scott’s criticism. “My name is Merle miss, and they get a five count just like you got.” He turned to do just that, ignoring the gasp of outrage from behind.
By this point Isobel has rolled over and risen to her knees. As she’s standing Stipanovic sees her perfect opportunity and sprints in, jumping up to deliver the Fameasser which helped earn her team’s win over Bootyshock. Unfortunately this one doesn’t end quite as well, Isobel rising faster than expected and interrupting the gammy guillotine with a well-timed punch to the gut.
Val shows all kinds of grace to land on her feet after being smacked mid-leap, but it’s not enough to save her, Lamont grabbing hold and hoisting her into a fireman’s carry. This clearly wasn’t part of Leggs Inc’s plan and Mariel is keen to rectify things, those long legs carrying her into the fray at top speed. She’s looking for a flying clothesline but ends up in the same predicament as her partner, the Fixer making one hell of a statement by snatching her out of the air and then dropping BOTH leggy lovelies to the mat!
DOUBLE SAMOAN DROP
youtu.be/-lQyrE3MPtA @4.39
“Yeah! That’s what you two get!” Zoe yells as her employee slams both beauties into the canvas. Mariel got the slightly worse end of the deal, squashed under her partner’s weight as well as Lamont’s, and she can’t do much but gasp. Valerie had an easier landing and it shows, she’s back on her feet and standing guard over her partner even as Isobel tags Scott back into the match. Bel isn’t going anywhere though, staying close as her boss advances.
All four women are now in the ring, but with Mariel still down it’s looking like Stems could be outnumbered. Zoe ‘pops’ a flashbulb in the direction of Merle’s demands for order and waves at her minion. Bel charges at the taller brunette only to eat a well placed Big Boot from Stipanovic’s perfect pins, dropping her to the floor. But dealing with the Fixer has left Val open and Scott is there to capitalise just as planned, coming around the other side and PLANTING the leggy lovely with a Running Dropsault.
Popping to her feet, Zoe realises that she’s the only woman currently standing and can’t help but spread her arms, encouraging the crowd to applaud her and not seeming in the slightest bit bothered that she’s only getting boos. She notices that a recovering Mariel is slowly getting to her knees and stomps over, tucking her body under one of the rising blonde’s arms and holding her in place. “Get rid of the other one,” she demands of Bel, then kicks one leg forwards and sweeps it back while simultaneously throwing herself forwards.
DE-LISTER
www.youtube.com/watch? v=e_RaFLlJkkE
The Ranhei thumps Mariel down, her head resting on the matt while those luscious legs and her equally perfect posterior are held in the air. Zoe glances outside the ring where her ‘assistant’ is keeping Stems busy, then hair-hauls the woozy Pennsylvanian up to standing. She ducks behind, tucking her head between McGinty’s gorgeous gams and standing up to lift her into the electric chair position, ready for Scott’s ‘blessing’ finisher.
Mariel knows the trouble she’s in and acts fast, throwing herself forwards and transforming the Dubai Diva’s finisher attempt into an impromptu Victory Roll. But McGnty isn’t after the pin, carrying on rolling once she hits the matt and coming up on her feet with both of Zoe’s ankles captured. Scott has a second to squeal “noooooo” and wave two begging hands but it’s allin vain, Mariel spinning to cross one ankle, threading her perfect pins in between the A-Lister’s, and falling to her back.
FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK
www.youtube.com/watch? v=xuq77exl7Ns
Immediately Scott starts wailing, the pain as her ankle is crushed by McGinty’s flawless legs is too much to hold inside. For her part legs is loving this feeling, leaning back on her elbows and beaming as Scott writhes in her clutches. “Tap out, rich girl!” she crows, “Give up like the brat you are!”
Zoe can’t respond, she’s too busy trying desperately not to tap give up as her calves are ravaged by the taller woman’s sensational stems. But outside the ring her screams have attracted the attention of her partner. Managing to come out on top in her battle with Val, Isobel sends the hurting brunettes head BWUNGing off the ring apron and then hurries round to help her partner.
Back in the ring, Mariel can see Zoe’s hand raising and flattening out ready to indicate her surrender. Merle is watching closely too, but he’s distracted by a Texan twang from outside. “Hate to break it to y’all, but I’m damn sure twiggy there ain’t legal,” Isobel shouts, earning a look of confusion and then realisation from the embarrassed ref. He’s quickly demanding a break from ‘Legs’ which becomes unnecessary when Lamont rolls into the ring and drives a big boot into Mcginty’s confused face.
Released from her gammy prison, Zoe can’t do much but wriggle away towards her corner, trying to massage some life back into her devastated legs. Luckily for her Isobel is doing enough for them both, driving another kick into Mariel’s cheekbone and then lifting the willowy blonde to bodily toss her out between the ropes. But as she follows her out it seems like she’s forgotten about the legal member of Leggs, Stipanovic now fully recovered and climbing back in to the ring on the opposite side.
She might have missed the last thirty seconds of action in the Ring, but Val can see Zoe alone and vulnerable. In fact the Oil Baroness seems to be rummaging through her handbag in her corner, apparently unaware of the leggy brunette stalking her. With Merle still trying to separate Lamont and McGinty, Stems storms over to Scott’s hurting body and lifts her up, ready to finally finish things.
And suddenly it becomes clear what Zoe was doing in her handbag. As the A-Lister is hauled up onto her wobbly legs she lifts one arm and presses down on the button of the perfume bottle she’s hidden in her palm. Stipanovic gets an eyeful of Eau de Toilette, letting out a yowl and releasing her captive to rub furiously at those stinging peepers. She’s still doing that when Scott wriggles behind her, loops one arm between her legs and drags her down into a rollup.
Merle has missed all of this dealing with the women outside the ring, but when he turns around he can see the both legal wrestlers and what looks like a perfectly legal pin. He’s there at once, Slapping the mat
ONCE
TWICE
THREE TIMES!
Stems breaks free a fraction of a second later, still pawing at her streaming eyes as she stares in disbelief at Merle. But he’s already signalled to the timekeeper, and the bell rings out to confirm what Leggs and the crowd all feared.
“Your winners by way of pinfall…ZOE SCOTT AND HER ASSISTANT!”
For her part Zoe has rolled straight out of the ring, still nursing her hurting gams and with no desire to deal with an angry Stipanovic. She still celebrates though, raising one fist and yelling “YEAH” in the face of some particularly loud boos from the nearby audience. Then she flashes a ‘loser’ sign at Stems, backing off quickly when the red-eyed brunette looks like she might climb out and continue hostilities in response.
As Zoe makes her way around to the ramp she’s joined by Isobel, the big blonde looking seriously the worse for wear after carrying her team through the gammy assault. Leggs Inc. are now both in the ring, alternating between consoling each other and venting their anger at a sheepish-looking Merle. Scott flashes one more ‘loser’ sign at the pair and then turns, clicking her fingers at a FAWN tech who looks confused for a second before handing her a live microphone.
“Now that you’ve just seen the real main event for the evening…” Zoe lowered the mic from her lips until the booing died down, then resumed. “I’m generously giving you all a minute of my extremely valuable time to address something that everyone says is a terrible injustice.”
“I know that many of you have already been clamouring to know why I, this promotion’s true superstar, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN…” another pause for boos… “You’ve wondered why I haven’t been given my opportunity to win the glorious title that surely awaits me. But Zoe Scott is not a little girl who dreams and waits, she’s woman who makes things happen. And that’s what I’m doing right now.”
Beckoning a cameraman in for a close up, Zoe turned her smile a notch higher and put on a slightly sing-song voice as if she was talking to a toddler. “Chloe Fields! Or Gooseberry Bear or…whatever it is you call yourself. Darling, I have some good news. I’ve decided that next month you finally get your turn in the spotlight!”
“I know you’re probably scared as well as excited. But put on your big girl panties, go and scribble your crayons on that contract I left in the back office, and you get an up-close and personal chance to bask in my greatness. And when it’s all over, and you don’t have that nice shiny belt to comfort you, try not to be too teary. Because at least you’ll always be able to say that you were the first in the glorious, never ending title reign of Zoe Scott!”
Ignoring the tech holding out his hand, Zoe dropped the mic and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil into the camera. She spread her arms for a second, basking in the jeers from all around, then snapped her fingers at Isobel, turned tail and sauntered off up the ramp.
As the music of the phenoms hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers (https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. Reaching their spot, the partners turn to the other and glide their hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin blossoms on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”… MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their opponents.
And they don’t have to wait long. Five spotlights begin to move around the arena, converging together on a point at the top of the ramp just as Kanye West’s ‘All Of The Lights’ starts blaring. Into that glowing puddle walks a curvy brunette with grey Calvin Klein-style sports bra containing the impressive swell of her chest and a matching pair of briefs exposing a good inch of bronzed derriere. For tonights matchup Zoe has her familiar cream leather jacket and 50s-style white shades with Givenchy branding, while her feet are garbed in pale grey hi-tops with discrete ‘Yeezy Boost 750’ tags.
ZOE SCOTT
As Kanye kicks into gear Scott raises both hands and ‘pops’ them open, in perfect timing with every light in the building going into strobe. Then she’s off, striding down the ramp with that spotlight following her, the only consistent illumination in a sea of flashing darkness. As she reaches the ring and shimmies up the steps those lights stabilise a little, ready for her to pose slinkily along the ropes and ‘pop’ another set of flashbulbs before she finally removes her shades.
“And their opponents, weighing a combined 260 pounds…from Dubai, United Arab Emirates, and Houston Texas…ZOE SCOTT AND HER ASSISTANT!”
The announcement would have been confusing if the lights hadn’t just revealed the other half of this duo, Isobel Lamont having followed her employer down the ramp without ever entering her spotlight. Bel’s black one-piece is trying and spectacularly failing to contain those awesome curves, while her golden hair swings below her shoulders in a long loose mane. Scuffed white boots and pads complete her look.
ISOBEL LAMONT
Against Lamont’s functional-looking outfit the nude leather Givenchy tote she’s carrying seems incongruous. In fact it quickly becomes clear that it actually belongs to her employer, Scott impatiently waving her shades until the assistant comes over to tuck them safely in the handbag. Zoe also removes a cellphone from her jacket and takes a quick selfie, handing the coat to her assistant who folds it and places it in their corner, the bag balanced on top.
Like her opponents tonight Zoe had just received her first real setback, also to much more experienced opponents. However, while Leggs had been going up against the most dominant team ever seenin FAWN, Scott had come a cropper against a woman whom she outweighed and felt she should outclass. But the loss to Ingrid Halstrom didn’t seem to have damaged the Oil Baroness’ rock-solid confidence, as evidenced when she threw a sneer at the opposing corner.
“It’s sweet that you two still wear those off-the-rack CK rags,” Zoe called mockingly, “but you should know it’s not 2003 anymore. Calvin Klein is all about bespoke these days, he designed these for me personally!” Scott gave a little twirl to show off the togs hugging her curvaceous figure, earning a fair few wolf whistles alongside the usual boos from the rowdy crowd.
Team Leggs had been quietly discussing which of them would start things off, but both glanced up at the taunt. “Got some news for you, rich girl,” Stipanovic retorted, “It’s not about the clothes, it’s about the woman who wears them.”
“And when that woman is a tiny little troll with fake tits it really doesn’t matter who designed her bra!” McGinty finished off for her partner.
Scott looked furious. “My boobs aren’t fake you ugly twiglet, but they must look unreal to two girls packing bee stings. You’ll learn what a real woman feels like when they put you to sleep.” Zoe gave her gurls a little bit of a squeeze to emphasize the size difference, decided she liked that enough to take a quick selfie, then lifted her hand and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil in the direction of the two leggy losers. The lovely pair took a second to pat each other’s stunning stems in response, earning yet another round of wolf whistles, then finished their whispered conference.
Finally FAWN’s leggiest duo shared a nod and Stems stepped away, the lovely brunette threading those long, luscious legs through the ropes one at a time. McGinty remained in the ring, stretching her equally lovely pins out on the turnbuckle. Over in the other corner Zoe took one last selfie on her phone then tossed it blindly to her assistant and waved the big blonde away to her proper place on the apron.
Scott claimed the centre of the squared circle even before the bell had rung to start the match. “Get over here and take your beating!” she shouted, “You losers might pretend you’re ‘incorporated’ but this real businesswomen has places to be.”
Both members of Leggs gave a little chortle at this, and Mariel advanced out to meet her looking extremely confident. “Quiet down shorty” the blonde snorted, getting a look of fury from Zoe. “All you do is take selfies and spend daddy’s money, there’s no need for me to rush kicking your ass.”
She bent forwards to run her hands up those flawless legs one more time, and Zoe immediately charged forwards hoping to take advantage of the distraction. Unfortunately for her Mariel was several steps ahead, turning sharply like a matador so that the Dubai Diva’s kneelift attempt whiffed harmlessly past her. To add insult to injury McGinty reached out one long arm and delivered a tidy little SLAP to the back of Scott’s head as she flew past.
A low growl escaped Zoe’s lips and she turned back around with murder in her eyes. She also turned straight into Mariel’s boot, the PA native using all of that reach advantage to deliver a gorgeous Yakuza Kick. Scott’s head flew back in a mess of dark brown locks and she thumped down onto the matt butt first.
Immediately the taller blonde was off, her sprinting stems eating up the distance to the ropes and returning at top speed. Honing in on the dazed Oil Baroness sitting before her, Mariel leaped off one foot and turned in the air, one lovely leg outstretched to deliver a running leg lariat. This didn’t work out quite as planned though, Zoe seeing her coming at the last second and falling to her back at the to avoid that gammy guillotine.
Instead of taking Zoe’s head off Mariel landed up on her butt a few feet further on than she’d planned, and the impact kept her seated for a second. Zoe used that moment of reprieve to scramble to her knees and crawl hurriedly off, grabbing at Merle’s trousers and using him as a ladder to climb to her feet. She ducked behind the poor referee as Legs got back to her feet, shrieking “get the sick insect away from me!”
Again the two leggy lovelies shared a laugh, as did the audience, but things quietened down when Zoe rushed back over to her corner and hurriedly tagged in her partner. She practically dived out of the ring, and Isobel Lamont stepped slowly through the ropes for what was technically only her second FAWN appearance. Despite being new to a FAWN ring the big blonde and her streetfighting pedigree had been the subject of a lot of whispers in the locker room and on the message boards, and taking out two girls single handed in her debut outing had only added to that aura. This might have been why Merle took a few unconscious steps backwards as Bel moved out of her corner.
Leggs Inc had decided beforehand that the big blonde would be Stems responsibility tonight, at least initially, so Mariel tagged the taller brunette in and kept a wary eye out as her partner folded lusciously through the ropes. She strode forward to deliver a big forearm into Isobel’s bounteous bosom, but this wasn’t enough to stagger Zoe’s fixer, Bel fixing her with a smile and drawling “Care to take another turn?” Not in the least bit phased, Stipanovic stepped backwards to get a bit of momentum and charged into a much more impactful running forearm smash. This attempt forced Lamont into a few backwards steps, but she was still solidly on her feet.
Stems had already turned and sprinted off, this time all the way to the ropes. She rebounded turned back with as much speed as she could muster ready to finally take Lamont off her fee, only to find that the Texan wasn’t where she expected. As soon as Stipanovic had turned her back Isobel chased after her and hit a huuuuge Running Lariat as soon as she turned. Taken unawares, ‘Stems’ was sent flying and would have gone down if it wasn’t for the ropes at her back.
RUNNING LARIAT
youtu.be/3IvbuNogPys
The crowd gave a slightly awed ‘oooo’ at the big hit, but Lamont didn’t let it distract her. She wrapped both hands around the hurting Cali girl’s waist and lifted the leggy lovely up off her feet, turning as she did so. Valerie had no time to plan any sort of escape before Isobel dropped to one knee, leaving the other one posted between those long legs for an Inverted Atomic Drop.
A heavy, pained breath escaped Stipanovic’s lips and she stayed on her perch even when Isobel had broken her waistlock, hands dropping to massage her throbbing center. Pretty quickly a big, clubbing forehand from the blonde thumped into her cheekbone and sent those gorgeous gams slumping to the canvas. Lamont raised one boot ready to deliver a stomp, and then heard her name being shouted form across the ring.
Zoe had apparently decided that she wanted back into the match, and let Lamont know this by clicking her fingers impatiently. Bel bent down to hook a front facelock onto the hurting Stipanovic and used it to pull her back to standing and drag her over to her corner. She lightly slapped her boss’s hand and held there while Zoe completed a fancy front flip over the ropes and dropped butt first onto Valerie’s back.
Stems was driven to the matt courtesy of the assisted Flipping Senton, hitting headfirst with 119lbs of Dubai Diva on her back. Zoe popped to her feet at once and shouted "How's that feel Walmart!", quickly flicking a couple of kicks into Stipanovic’s midsection to roll the slightly dazed lovely onto her back. Once she was satisfied with her positioning Scott jumped to the middle rope and launched herself around into an admittedly very pretty Springboard Senton
SPRINGBOARD SENTON
youtu.be/bEPLqSMOhSg
The medicine ball of Zoe’s tanned glutes landed square in Valerie’s stomach, driving the air out of her body in one big gasp. Scott spread her legs out and reached forwards to grab the other brunette’s much longer stems around the ankle. Once she’d corralled those perfect pins the Dubai Diva pushed herself back and folded Stipanovic up into a matchbook pin for…
ONE…
TWO..
Val thrusts her pelvis and sends her absurdly long legs unfolding from underneath Zoe, sending Scott up to vertical at the feet of ‘Stems’. It doesn’t take more than an instant for the .1-percenter to continue to develop the coattails Isobel had created. Snatching both ankles of the groaning brunette, Zoe lifts and separates, drawing some wide eyes from Valerie. She extends her palms ‘washing windows’ plaintively.
“Hmmm,” Zoe considers. She sends a punt into one hammy then the other. “WWPD”
Lifting off, Scott extends her legs while leaping slightly forward to reach and crashes both boot soles into Val’s crotch. Stipanovic’s body tenses as she rises to a seated position, her face etched in pain. She shoves Zoe’s legs out from insider her own but the damage is done.
Valerie presses her palms into the canvas and starts butt-scooting her way toward the Leggs corner but the dastardly native of Dubai isn’t about to let Stipanovic slip away that easily. Quickly on her feet, Zoe races toward the still seated Val, who drags her legs along behind as she moves to her partner, and levels a soccer kick into the chest of the lanky brunette, flattening her to the canvas.
Scott skids to a stop not more than a couple feet from Mariel and spreads her arms wide, as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it’. Eyes locked with Zoe’s, McGinty knows it’s a bad idea but can’t help herself from wanting to enter and beat the holy hell out of the privileged brat. She gets both legs through before the official wraps his arms around the blonde, demanding Mariel remove herself.
Delighted with the drama Mariel’s created, a hovering Zoe lifts off from beside Valerie and pulls her abbreviated gams into a tuck, cannonballing into the long, tanned expanse of Valerie’s tummy. Her knees impaling Val, Scott bounces back to her feet after the ‘explosion’ and looks over her shoulder at the jackknifed and gagging Valerie, one of the brunette’s arms wrapped tight around her abused midriff.
Zoe nods knowingly as she looks out on the jeering FAWNatics, confident in the sound of coughing, raspy breaths behind her.
“Don’t be jealous,” she shouts before making a big deal on a ponder. “On second thought, do. It’s only natural.”
Turning back to the splayed Valerie, Zoe decides to continue to ravage the long lean midsection of Stipanovic and skies over the incorporated brunette, planning to splash tummy to tummy and take whatever air remained from the lithe, lanky Val. Unfortunately for Scott and fortunately for every member of the crowd, Valerie is able to fold her infamous limbs and leave her bony joints as the landing pad for Zoe’s gut.
Scott skewers herself with the touchdown. She rolls off, ending on her back, crumpling into a ball and rocking from side to side. Meanwhile, Valerie reaches all fours and decides against personal revenge, opting instead to crawl to the outstretched hand of her partner. She tickles fingers with Mariel and the leggy blonde folds her way through the ropes.
With a bit of recovery time, Zoe’s up to a knee and she’s ready with a right fist when McGinty closes the distance between them. But Mariel snatches her foe’s effort around the wrist before it can hit home and she drags Zoe to her feet. Instantly, the blonde Irish whips Scott to the far cables and the dubious, dark-haired grappler from Dubai rebounds toward a charging McGinty.
Unsurprisingly, Mariel lifts a big boot at the end of a very long leg, looking to decapitate the returning Scott. But Zoe has other ideas, slipping underneath and charging on to the next set of cables. She’s sent into another u-turn out of the rubber-coated steel, ready to flip the script when Mariel sweeps the back of her right leg like a scythe into the throat of the .1-percenter, nearly removing head from body. Zoe’s legs fly out in front of her as the back of her head CRASHES into the deck.
Left in a spreadeagle at the blonde’s feet, Scott is motionless as ‘Legs’ leaps into the air above her, fashioning a set of splits whose lead leg SMASHES down across Zoe’s neck and shoulders.
McGinty leaves the long lower limb draped and the ref drops to the canvas to count out the…
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TWO…
Zoe pushes out from under the gaudy pin with a second to spare, rolling to her side and shaking out some of the cobwebs from her concussed gray matter.
Perhaps understanding her splits pin was a little too much to expect this early in the match, Mariel rises with a sheepish grin. She takes a glance over to the Inc. corner and Valerie is still seated, working the throbbing out of her undercarriage.
McGinty turns back to a rising and dazed Scott. She sets poised on the balls of her feet to spring into action and, when the rich bitch from Dubai wobbles to vertical, Mariel lopes toward her foe, the long legs eating up the distance in a hurry. Reaching Zoe, Mariel vaults high, her right leg crossing the throat of the wide-eyed brunette. Knocked off her feet, Scott is sandwiched to the deck from Mariel’s Leggs-o-tine.
Leggs-o-tine
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=wtJT2L1wGPM )
Zoe spasms from the breathtaking maneuver before ending limp on her side. McGinty grabs a shoulder and spins her opponent flat to the canvas for a cover and a count of…
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TWO…
And Zoe rolls a shoulder up. It’s hardly from emphatic, but the oil baroness shows she’s more than money with this survival.
Though Zoe kicks out in time, a worried and tardy Isobel is already on the way to break up the pin and decides to plant boot to temple despite Scott managing the feat on her own. The impact sends Mariel’s head violently twisting away from the collision and she’s left staring groggily at the rafters as she lies on her back.
With a furious ref escorting Lamont back to her corner while providing the requisite warning about interfering, the legal wrestlers in the ring remain gobsmacked in the middle. With Isobel back at her post and Valerie finally in form to reenter, the FAWNatics and Stipanovic rhythmically clap to get Mariel to her feet before the recovering Zoe, hoping Leggs Inc can maintain control.
It doesn’t look like Zoe has much awareness of where she is or what’s going on around her right now, the curvy brunette blinking rapidly and only just beginning to roll onto her front and start to head towards Isobel’s shouting voice from the corner. ‘Legs’ has much further to travel, but she’s in better shape and has a whole arena full of fans to clap her on, which might be why she’s slapping Val’s outstretched palm a good few seconds before Zoe makes it to her assistant.
Stems folds herself into the ring and has made it halfway across before Lamont has even gotten through the ropes. As the big blonde straightens up Stipanovic leaps into an absolutely gorgeous dropkick which smacks square into Isobel’s overflowing chest and sends her sprawling back into the corner. Val is back on her feet in a second and kicks one long leg out, the boot burying into Bel’s midriff and doubling the ‘assistant’ over.
The lightning-fast strike has left Isobel in perfect position for one of Val’s favourite moves. She jumps up and raises one long stem over the blonde’s hanging head, ready to drive her face into the canvas as she drops. But things go awry when Bel uses her ridiculous core strength to just stand up and catch the leggy lovely before she can complete her plan.
“Too slow!” Lamont growls as she lifts up and tosses her squirming package into the void. The assistant is strong enough to send Stipanovic high into the air but she doesn’t reckon with the young brunette’s speed of thought. At the apex of her flight Val reaches out and grasps two handfuls of blonde locks, dragging a startled Isobel along for an impromptu but very effective bulldog.
BULLDOG
youtu.be/P1GUBmmHSac
The ‘SMACK of face on matt can be heard well out into the audience, and they respond with applause and a few “HO-LEE-SHIT” chants at the brunette’s beauty’s quick counter. Val’s landing wasn’t exactly fun, but it was much better than Isobel’s and she’s back on her feet in an instant. Remembering Zoe’s actions from earlier, Stems turns to the furious looking Dubai Diva and does that same ‘what are you gonna do about it’ curtsey.
Incensed by the cheek of this beanpole Walmart, Zoe shouts “I’m gonna end you bych!” and threads one leg through the ropes. Unfortunately for her, Merle has already been given the slip one too many times tonight and he’s quickly over to block Scott’s path. While the enraged heiress is trying to find a way past him Val has a little laugh, mockingly wipes a few ‘crybaby’ tears away, and turns back to put some more hurting on the enraged brat’s partner.
The bulldog had definitely dazed Isobel, but in the few seconds while Val’s back was turned she’d made it to all fours and was almost ready to try standing up. This still wasn’t quite fast enough though, Valerie seeing another opportunity to use those beautiful but deadly legs. She hopped up onto the broad expanse of Lamont’s back, leaped off that standing foot and spread both stupendous stems out in a beautiful augmented legdrop.
LEG DROP BULLDOG
youtu.be/SUoYdBm36Qo
A second face-first impact was too much even for Isobel, the big blonde slopping forwards and clearly seeing stars. Stipanovic hooked a quick half-nelson to roll her onto her back then hooked one tanned leg and pressed Bel’s torso t the matt. Merle was right there and ready to count…
ONE
TWO
Isobel placed one hand on the brunette’s taut tummy, the other on her chest, and simply pushed up as hard as she could, sending the slender lovely a good few feet up in the air and breaking the cover emphatically. Val splashes down on her front, a painful landing to be sure, but there might be worse to come as a revitalised Lamont rolls over and grabs a big handful of brunette locks.
“Not bad girl,” Lamont admits as she climbs to standing and hauls the taller woman along with her, “but you’ll learn damn soon that ain’t enough to be rid’a me.” Val doesn’t reply, focusing instead on releasing Lamont’s iron grip on her mane. She’s made a little headway when Bel brings one other hand up in a swinging SLAP which hits so hard it almost takes Stipanovic clean off her lovely stems.
Even the audience seems taken aback by that brutal strike, the usual bitchy ‘ooohs’ being accompanied by some more sympathetic groans as Val totters off to one side. Bel is honed in on the staggering lovely in a heartbeat, chasing after her and driving a big kneelift into that tight midriff. Stems slender body folds around the impact and in a flash the Texan stunner has hooked her head down between those powerful thighs. Another second sees her hauled up into powerbomb position, Lamont handling her with ease as she turns towards the nearest corner an tosses her wriggling burden forwards into a Turnbuckle Powerbomb.
DIVISION BELL
youtu.be/sA1IGa16ZX8
The back of Stems’ head slams into the barely padded metal with hideous force, her spine rattled by the jarring ‘bomb. Val doesn’t have much choice but to just hang there, one arm draped over the ropes to prop her up while the other dazedly massages her throbbing noggin. Bel isn’t done though, grasping at Stipanovic’s hurting cranium and lifting her back up into powerbomb stall position again. This time Isobel spins a full rotation and then another half, driving the hurting lovely down to the canvas back-first.
SPINNING POWERBOMB
youtu.be/d7w7E5Ohtvs
Stipanovic gives a yowl as her back arcs up, writhing as if the canvas is electrified after Lamont's powerbomb party. Bel just smiles, but out on the apron Zoe gives a whoop. “Yeah bitchface, how’s that feel?” she cries, then turns to the opposite corner where McGinty is anxiously shouting encouragement to Val. “You’re next, stick insect!” Scott yells, “Bel’s gonna break your back and then I’ll give you an up close view of what real tits look like!”
The leggy Pennsylvanian is clearly worried about her partner, but she can’t stand letting this bitch get away with running her mouth. “Easy for you to say udders!” she yells, “it’s lucky you can afford to pay someone good, cos all you’ve done tonight is get your ass kicked, you no-talent brat!”
Shock spread across Scott’s face. “You did NOT just say that!” She screeched, “I’ve got more talent in my little finger than anyone in this ring! Hell, anyone in this building!” Mariel just sneers. “Then prove it, rich girl! She shouts. “Let the real wrestler take a chill pill and show us you’re more than just a punching bag!”
In the ring Bel had been busy dropping a few stomps into Stems’ back. Zoe was clearly rising to Mariel’s taunt though, shouting “Bel!” and snapping her fingers again. Lamont shrugged and grabbed one of Stipanovic’s stunning stems to haul her over to her boss. Scott slapped her hand but didn’t get into the ring just yet. “Set her up!” she demanded, waving at the hurting Cali girl.
It wasn’t quite clear what this ‘set up’ might be, but Lamont seemed happy to improvise. Straddling the slender brunette she crouched down, laced her finger’s under Valerie’s chin, and sat back. The Camel Clutch put a vicious arc in Stipanovic’s already hurting back and Bel made things even worse by hauling up further, increasing that arc and mashing her impressive cleavage into the back of Stems’ head.
CAMEL CLUTCH
youtu.be/rdfSb7CKKrU
Zoe stepped up in front of them, used her fingers to ‘frame’ a perfect shot of Val’s red face, and then raised a boot and ‘thwapped’ another brutal Penalty Kick into the side of her head. The brunette’s head snapped sideways from the impact and then lolled. It looked like Scott might have been lining up a second kick but Merle was demanding that Isobel leave the ring and after a four count she complied, dropping Stipanovic face down.
The leggy lovely looked ripe for pinning, but Scott seemed to have other things on her mind. She stomped over towards Mcginty, out on the apron, and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil, giving a quick squeeze of her boobs afterwards to show exactly where she wanted ‘Legs’ to end the night. Then she stormed back, lifted Val up by her hair, and tucked her into a front facelock.
Despite her dazed state Val was a true fighter, and she knew instinctively the direction she had to go to reach her partner. With those long legs underneath her she pushed forwards, Mariel shouting encouragement as she drove Zoe along for the ride. Scott was glancing over her shoulder, but she just smirked at McGinty, seeming to suggest that she had this whole thing under control. Then, when she knew Val was just inches away from salvation, the Dubai Diva dropped to her back and drove Stipanovic’s crown into the canvas.
SNAP DDT
youtu.be/LxCbsrZySRc
Valerie slumped into a woozy starfish, one long arm still spread out where she had been reaching for her partner. Zoe kicked her over onto her back and straddled her, grapevining those gorgeous gams and dropping into a full body press so that Stipanovic’s head was pressed to the matt by Scott’s bounteous bosom. The curvy brunette had angled herself towards McGinty so that she could smirk right into her seething face while Merle counted…
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TWO…
Perhaps distracted as she shows off her flattened prize to said prize’s partner, Zoe’s pushed off her mount as Valerie throws a shoulder off the canvas and rolls to her side. Face greasy from the time between Zoe’s cleavage, a dazed Stipanovic sputters back to life and pushes to all fours while a furious Scott rises to her feet next to the dark-haired member of Leggs Inc.
While continuing to stare at Mariel, Zoe mounts her long-legged filly in a forward straddle of Val’s midriff. She lightly scissors Stipanovic’s ribs and clobbers her fellow brunette with a sweeping forearm to the temple that nearly spills Valerie.
Pleading with her partner to reach the Incorporated corner, McGinty lengthens her reach as far as she’s able and Valerie stretches in kind, coming within a foot or so before Zoe slaps on a crossface grip and wrenches at Valerie’s neck, halting Stems advance toward an exchange.
“Believe me,” the native of Dubai purrs to McGinty. “You don’t want to be in here. We’d chop you down, just like this twig.”
Growling in anger, Valerie tries to get her legs beneath her, rising to one knee then pushing past, slowly moving toward vertical. Scott hangs on for dear life, dark eyes wide in disbelief, continuing to twist at Val’s noggin but unable to keep her down.
Reaching her full length with Zoe strapped on like a backpack, Stipanovic turns her back and Zoe’s to the Leggs Inc. corner then retreats in a backpedal as fast as her legs will carry her and Dubai’s curvy little monster. Stems SMASHES Zoe, sandwiching her foe between her back and the buckles. Scott’s scissors fall from around Val and the leggy brunette steps a few feet forward to, in turn, return with a mini-splash of Zoe, adding a flashing elbow that cracks into Scott’s forehead.
With Zoe feeling the effects, Valerie turns and slaps hands with McGinty over Scott’s shoulder. Instead of leaving the squared circle, Val waits for Mariel to enter and they each collect a wrist of their comparatively vertically challenged foe. Moving her down the ropes, the lanky duo fling Zoe for the ride and, as she rebounds, both Valerie and Mariel charge toward her and deliver stereo big boots to Scott’s chin. Zoe drops to the canvas as if shot, her legs flying out in front of her, the back of her head crashing to the deck.
With Merle starting to lose patience in Valerie’s slow departure and Isobel shouting from the sidelines making sure he’s aware, Leggs Inc. peels a wobbly Zoe off the deck for a little more double teaming. From center stage, they whip Scott to the ropes and again she’s u-turned by the ropes. This time both lithe beauties duck low, as low as their lengthy legs will allow, and send Zoe flying with a back body drop HIGH into the Orlando night. Scott CRASHES to the deck on her spine and arches in agony, grasping at the base of her backbone.
The Leggs crew turns to each other and share a high-five then spin to face Zoe only to get a whole lot of Isobel. Having seen enough, the busty blonde powerhouse is racing at both of the Amazons, arms drawn wide. She splits blonde and brunette and BLASTS them to the deck with a pair of clotheslines, both partners levelled and in a momentary daze, heads shaking, neither Valerie or Mariel sure what hit them.
Fearing he’s losing all control, Merle plucks Valerie off hands and knees and escorts her back to the Leggs corner while Isobel ‘helps’ Mariel to her feet and in a seamless dip and lift, places an overturned McGinty on her right shoulder. Watching as Zoe struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes, Lamont surges forward and POWERSLAMS the slender, slinky blonde nearly THROUGH the canvas, the long limbs of Mariel spreading into a starfish when she impacts with the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Knowing well she’s under the count of the ref now, Isobel grabs a still woozy Zoe by an elbow and tosses her toward the splayed Mariel. Scott stumbles over the dazed McGinty, tumbling into a pin for…
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TWO…
Mariel uses her long lower limbs to rather easily kick her way free and both legal women lie next to each other in recovery mode while Isobel takes her place back in her corner and calls for the rich bitch to tag her in and let the busty blonde earn the mean green Scott provided to her “assistant”, read enforcer.
Both legal grapplers slowly make their way toward vertical, Mariel taking the slightly longer road with more to unwind than the brunette beauty from the Emirates. Zoe ducks under and around McGinty, hoping to make her escape to her assistant but Mariel snatches Zoe by her dark locks from behind and sends her foe rocketing to her back with a healthy tug.
Mariel moves alongside the downed Scott and leaps, legs extended, one dropping toward Scott’s bosom, the other her throat. But the moneyed marauder rolls out from under the lethal limbs, McGinty landing on her tailbone. Yipping in pain, her hands moving to massage her backside, Mariel rises and reaches for a scurrying Zoe but Scott evades the long blonde’s grasp and Scott dives for a tag to the power of her duo.
Isobel slips through and doesn’t hesitate, charging at the poised McGinty. Flopping to the deck to avoid a head-on collision, Mariel takes Lamont to the canvas with a drop toe hold, the blonde landing on her chin with a thud.
To her credit, most specifically her toughness, Isobel pushes up to her knees quickly, but Mariel is at the ready. She leaps to a lengthy-legged handstand next to Zoe’s muscle. She wraps her never-ending gams around the head of the penitent blonde and swivels her hips, sending Isobel’s face CRASHUING into the canvas with a Headscissors Facebuster.
Headscissors Facebuster
(http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The animated crowd roars at the fierceness of the connection, Lamont slopping over to her back, staring blankly at the rafters. Mariel dives atop her in a crossbody pin, hooking Lamont’s far leg for…
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TWO…
…and Isobel shoves Mariel off emphatically, Legs ending on her haunches, looking down at her fidgeting fellow blonde with more than a hint of concern in the power her foe just displayed.
For her part Isobel is mainly trying to blink away the stars in her vision, rolling to one side and checking her face for any damage. That makes her easy prey when Mariel scrambles over and hooks her into a front facelock. But just like the pin attempt it seems that Lamont is still feeling a little too strong, giving a big two-handed shove to break the uncomfortable clinch and send her lighter opponent stumbling away.
By now it seems pretty clear that neither of the gammy duo can go toe-to-toe with Isobel’s power, but Mariel is confident that some momentum can shift things in her favour. Taking a few steps back as the big blonde rises she charges forward and jumps up, hooking around the surprised woman’s neck. Lamont’s hands are straight up to catch the flying lovely, but Legs just swings through the jump and uses the rotation of those long limbs to drop to her back.
TORNADO DDT
youtu.be/17mvGWsxzkU
Ripped off her moorings and dropped on her head by the athletic manoeuvre, Isobel rolls through the impact and sits up, her instincts telling her to avoid a pin even though most of her brain is feeling fuzzy after that head drop. But this leaves her in perfect position for Stems, scrambling to her feet and rebounding form the ropes to drive a boot into her face courtesy of a gorgeous low dropkick. Lamont slams back down to the matt and looks in prime position for a pin…
…which doesn’t materialise. It seems that Mariel has learned her lesson; this one is going to need a little more finishing off. For that she needs her partner, McGinty slapping Stems into the match but not looking ready to leave the ring any time soon. “Go make that bytch famous and I’ll finish her off!” she shouts, earning a nod and a grin from Val.
Across the ring Zoe is seething. “Hey Earl!” she shouts, “second time you’re letting them do whatever the hell they want, get one of the twiglets out of the ring or I’ll be on the phone to your boss before the bell rings!” Merle had been just about to confront Mariel, but he was getting a little sick of hearing Scott’s criticism. “My name is Merle miss, and they get a five count just like you got.” He turned to do just that, ignoring the gasp of outrage from behind.
By this point Isobel has rolled over and risen to her knees. As she’s standing Stipanovic sees her perfect opportunity and sprints in, jumping up to deliver the Fameasser which helped earn her team’s win over Bootyshock. Unfortunately this one doesn’t end quite as well, Isobel rising faster than expected and interrupting the gammy guillotine with a well-timed punch to the gut.
Val shows all kinds of grace to land on her feet after being smacked mid-leap, but it’s not enough to save her, Lamont grabbing hold and hoisting her into a fireman’s carry. This clearly wasn’t part of Leggs Inc’s plan and Mariel is keen to rectify things, those long legs carrying her into the fray at top speed. She’s looking for a flying clothesline but ends up in the same predicament as her partner, the Fixer making one hell of a statement by snatching her out of the air and then dropping BOTH leggy lovelies to the mat!
DOUBLE SAMOAN DROP
youtu.be/-lQyrE3MPtA @4.39
“Yeah! That’s what you two get!” Zoe yells as her employee slams both beauties into the canvas. Mariel got the slightly worse end of the deal, squashed under her partner’s weight as well as Lamont’s, and she can’t do much but gasp. Valerie had an easier landing and it shows, she’s back on her feet and standing guard over her partner even as Isobel tags Scott back into the match. Bel isn’t going anywhere though, staying close as her boss advances.
All four women are now in the ring, but with Mariel still down it’s looking like Stems could be outnumbered. Zoe ‘pops’ a flashbulb in the direction of Merle’s demands for order and waves at her minion. Bel charges at the taller brunette only to eat a well placed Big Boot from Stipanovic’s perfect pins, dropping her to the floor. But dealing with the Fixer has left Val open and Scott is there to capitalise just as planned, coming around the other side and PLANTING the leggy lovely with a Running Dropsault.
Popping to her feet, Zoe realises that she’s the only woman currently standing and can’t help but spread her arms, encouraging the crowd to applaud her and not seeming in the slightest bit bothered that she’s only getting boos. She notices that a recovering Mariel is slowly getting to her knees and stomps over, tucking her body under one of the rising blonde’s arms and holding her in place. “Get rid of the other one,” she demands of Bel, then kicks one leg forwards and sweeps it back while simultaneously throwing herself forwards.
DE-LISTER
www.youtube.com/watch? v=e_RaFLlJkkE
The Ranhei thumps Mariel down, her head resting on the matt while those luscious legs and her equally perfect posterior are held in the air. Zoe glances outside the ring where her ‘assistant’ is keeping Stems busy, then hair-hauls the woozy Pennsylvanian up to standing. She ducks behind, tucking her head between McGinty’s gorgeous gams and standing up to lift her into the electric chair position, ready for Scott’s ‘blessing’ finisher.
Mariel knows the trouble she’s in and acts fast, throwing herself forwards and transforming the Dubai Diva’s finisher attempt into an impromptu Victory Roll. But McGnty isn’t after the pin, carrying on rolling once she hits the matt and coming up on her feet with both of Zoe’s ankles captured. Scott has a second to squeal “noooooo” and wave two begging hands but it’s allin vain, Mariel spinning to cross one ankle, threading her perfect pins in between the A-Lister’s, and falling to her back.
FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK
www.youtube.com/watch? v=xuq77exl7Ns
Immediately Scott starts wailing, the pain as her ankle is crushed by McGinty’s flawless legs is too much to hold inside. For her part legs is loving this feeling, leaning back on her elbows and beaming as Scott writhes in her clutches. “Tap out, rich girl!” she crows, “Give up like the brat you are!”
Zoe can’t respond, she’s too busy trying desperately not to tap give up as her calves are ravaged by the taller woman’s sensational stems. But outside the ring her screams have attracted the attention of her partner. Managing to come out on top in her battle with Val, Isobel sends the hurting brunettes head BWUNGing off the ring apron and then hurries round to help her partner.
Back in the ring, Mariel can see Zoe’s hand raising and flattening out ready to indicate her surrender. Merle is watching closely too, but he’s distracted by a Texan twang from outside. “Hate to break it to y’all, but I’m damn sure twiggy there ain’t legal,” Isobel shouts, earning a look of confusion and then realisation from the embarrassed ref. He’s quickly demanding a break from ‘Legs’ which becomes unnecessary when Lamont rolls into the ring and drives a big boot into Mcginty’s confused face.
Released from her gammy prison, Zoe can’t do much but wriggle away towards her corner, trying to massage some life back into her devastated legs. Luckily for her Isobel is doing enough for them both, driving another kick into Mariel’s cheekbone and then lifting the willowy blonde to bodily toss her out between the ropes. But as she follows her out it seems like she’s forgotten about the legal member of Leggs, Stipanovic now fully recovered and climbing back in to the ring on the opposite side.
She might have missed the last thirty seconds of action in the Ring, but Val can see Zoe alone and vulnerable. In fact the Oil Baroness seems to be rummaging through her handbag in her corner, apparently unaware of the leggy brunette stalking her. With Merle still trying to separate Lamont and McGinty, Stems storms over to Scott’s hurting body and lifts her up, ready to finally finish things.
And suddenly it becomes clear what Zoe was doing in her handbag. As the A-Lister is hauled up onto her wobbly legs she lifts one arm and presses down on the button of the perfume bottle she’s hidden in her palm. Stipanovic gets an eyeful of Eau de Toilette, letting out a yowl and releasing her captive to rub furiously at those stinging peepers. She’s still doing that when Scott wriggles behind her, loops one arm between her legs and drags her down into a rollup.
Merle has missed all of this dealing with the women outside the ring, but when he turns around he can see the both legal wrestlers and what looks like a perfectly legal pin. He’s there at once, Slapping the mat
ONCE
TWICE
THREE TIMES!
Stems breaks free a fraction of a second later, still pawing at her streaming eyes as she stares in disbelief at Merle. But he’s already signalled to the timekeeper, and the bell rings out to confirm what Leggs and the crowd all feared.
“Your winners by way of pinfall…ZOE SCOTT AND HER ASSISTANT!”
For her part Zoe has rolled straight out of the ring, still nursing her hurting gams and with no desire to deal with an angry Stipanovic. She still celebrates though, raising one fist and yelling “YEAH” in the face of some particularly loud boos from the nearby audience. Then she flashes a ‘loser’ sign at Stems, backing off quickly when the red-eyed brunette looks like she might climb out and continue hostilities in response.
As Zoe makes her way around to the ramp she’s joined by Isobel, the big blonde looking seriously the worse for wear after carrying her team through the gammy assault. Leggs Inc. are now both in the ring, alternating between consoling each other and venting their anger at a sheepish-looking Merle. Scott flashes one more ‘loser’ sign at the pair and then turns, clicking her fingers at a FAWN tech who looks confused for a second before handing her a live microphone.
“Now that you’ve just seen the real main event for the evening…” Zoe lowered the mic from her lips until the booing died down, then resumed. “I’m generously giving you all a minute of my extremely valuable time to address something that everyone says is a terrible injustice.”
“I know that many of you have already been clamouring to know why I, this promotion’s true superstar, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to FAWN…” another pause for boos… “You’ve wondered why I haven’t been given my opportunity to win the glorious title that surely awaits me. But Zoe Scott is not a little girl who dreams and waits, she’s woman who makes things happen. And that’s what I’m doing right now.”
Beckoning a cameraman in for a close up, Zoe turned her smile a notch higher and put on a slightly sing-song voice as if she was talking to a toddler. “Chloe Fields! Or Gooseberry Bear or…whatever it is you call yourself. Darling, I have some good news. I’ve decided that next month you finally get your turn in the spotlight!”
“I know you’re probably scared as well as excited. But put on your big girl panties, go and scribble your crayons on that contract I left in the back office, and you get an up-close and personal chance to bask in my greatness. And when it’s all over, and you don’t have that nice shiny belt to comfort you, try not to be too teary. Because at least you’ll always be able to say that you were the first in the glorious, never ending title reign of Zoe Scott!”
Ignoring the tech holding out his hand, Zoe dropped the mic and ‘popped’ her flashbulb sigil into the camera. She spread her arms for a second, basking in the jeers from all around, then snapped her fingers at Isobel, turned tail and sauntered off up the ramp.